October 30, 2012 by Wayne.
or maybe he was jus fishg
like allt the painting sfalling down into the lap of the clsoe miuthed whore holding the doll and tht eplayfough in the
ouse was not yours to go intoa anyway bi
arill she felt her fngers flying
acrosfg the beveled surface and though she knew not it was gba prose rthat was she was qriting
she kenw becaues her teacher said so.
or maybe she would wake up and he would say stick our your hand and she would say no please i can’t i am a fucking stork and he would laugh and say yes
you are a motherfcknstk